You Make Me Bite You

In her complex, intricate, delicious and amazing mind, She truly believes, I'm making her bite me. Really, she feels so utterly betrayed at times that she lashes out and feels justified in her actions. She was watching a show about dinosaurs. How dare I turn it off and request she go to bed. She was playing Ninja Turtles. How dare I suggest a bath. 

She's not bad. She's not spoiled or coddled. She's legitimately destroyed by the idea that I would take her from something she enjoys to make her do something she dislikes. 

She lashes out, at me mostly. She bites and hits and kicks. I cry and she feels vindicated by her actions. I used to watch her reaction to my tears in a futile hope that it might make her realize that she hurt me. I don't do that anymore. She is adamant in her feelings. She feels betrayed, hurt, and lied to. It isn't about me. It was never about me.

She thinks differently than you or I. It is so difficult for so many of us to understand. It appears selfish and angry but I can promise you it is merely a combination of confused and afraid. The two most terrifying emotions of all.

A lot of the time she is confused and afraid.

Could you live like that?

Would you want to?

We owe it to her to make it easier and even as you watch in the grocery store parking lot and think to yourself "If she were mine I would take her home and teach her a lesson", we continue offering her support and love beyond what you might expect because she is fighting a battle we know nothing of. She is a total fucking rockstar and you better recognize. 

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